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Tuesday, 24 October 2017
For Eve
Guided One
A face. one
that guides.
one that
has received
divine
direction.
in it lie a
thousand faces
all alike and
unalike
the same
by the morning
brightness it
was lit with
solitude - and
abandoned
and by the
night when
it covers
with
darkness
was it availed
to become.
to become
the night
star
rising into
the haze of
twilight
A face. That
glimmered.
that said all
things of
softness and
dusk and the
deepest fullest
emptiness of
love in its
being.
Thursday, 12 October 2017
Hands - The Epicenter of My Being
From the
tip
of your
fingers
dancing
at the
center
of the bud
all life
comes to
a stand //
still
somehow
you radiate
the sun
and
the moon
all at once
breath
barely
escapes
from my
lips
as they
open up
to the touch
that is
yours
and my
radiance
tip
of your
fingers
dancing
at the
center
of the bud
all life
comes to
a stand //
still
somehow
you radiate
the sun
and
the moon
all at once
breath
barely
escapes
from my
lips
as they
open up
to the touch
that is
yours
and my
radiance
Wednesday, 11 October 2017
Coming back to yourself - A Mantra
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
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He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He ain't shit
He
ain't
shit
He ain't
Monday, 9 October 2017
Port Dickson
The dirty smudge
of water and jellyfish
along a grey shore
brings to the fore
of the mind the
image of oil spills
and debris.
But
how is it possible for
such dirt to give rise
to the glorious ecosystem
of schools of baby fish
swimming in the shallow
lapping of waves at your
feet?
The beauty of it
is unfounded - like
the baby inside you
that rests unborn.
of water and jellyfish
along a grey shore
brings to the fore
of the mind the
image of oil spills
and debris.
But
how is it possible for
such dirt to give rise
to the glorious ecosystem
of schools of baby fish
swimming in the shallow
lapping of waves at your
feet?
The beauty of it
is unfounded - like
the baby inside you
that rests unborn.
Under Tall Palms
Under tall palms
the soft kiss of darkness
gives rise to
the type of
loneliness
that smells like
serenity
the soft kiss of darkness
gives rise to
the type of
loneliness
that smells like
serenity
On Fear, Beloved
Fear.
The calling to
mobilise
the pieces of
our selves
that require
the most
comfort,
adoration,
respect,
tenderness,
fulfilment,
joy.
Both the catalyst
and the impediment
to a realisation
of wholeness.
Fear. Equates
no inaction.
Immob-
ilised.
Baby, break
through, br-
eak thr-
ough, bre-ak
th-rough
it.
It is only a
calling of
you unto
yourself.
The calling to
mobilise
the pieces of
our selves
that require
the most
comfort,
adoration,
respect,
tenderness,
fulfilment,
joy.
Both the catalyst
and the impediment
to a realisation
of wholeness.
Fear. Equates
no inaction.
Immob-
ilised.
Baby, break
through, br-
eak thr-
ough, bre-ak
th-rough
it.
It is only a
calling of
you unto
yourself.
Tsunami of Love
When self-love
comes
expect a Tsunami
not a wave.
It will terrify you,
sweep you up
and
eventually
wash you
to
shore.
comes
expect a Tsunami
not a wave.
It will terrify you,
sweep you up
and
eventually
wash you
to
shore.
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